Thursday, April 19, 2018

Till We Are Gone


 You may wander
under the canopy
in springtime
in   tulip-decked galoshes.
But step lightly.
Don't crush
the tiny fairy mosses.

One step,
then another.
The forest breathes
its leafy sigh.

It waits
till we are gone
to sing songs
not  meant for
you and I.

For Sanaa's prompt at Real Toads : Get Listed in under 100 words. I used 46.
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18 comments:

  1. AnonymousApril 19, 2018 at 1:11 PM

    Oh thi9s one I see unfolding like an animation, where the leaves sigh, lifting to the sky in thanks that we are gone, It really conveys the impulse to tread heavily rather than lightly in the beauty.

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  2. AnonymousApril 19, 2018 at 3:26 PM

    in tulip-decked galoshes.

    oh wow - that was so unexpected, and delightful and well, it's leaving me with a head rush, to be honest ....
    I like the whimsical feel here - and then the more sombre closing, of how the true magic and mystery will always be beyond our truest understanding, perhaps rightly so, if not, what horrors would we continue to perpetrate?

    a bit of a doubled-edge sword in this piece - works really well!

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  3. GraceApril 19, 2018 at 4:23 PM

    The forest have their own songs and audience ~

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  4. ElleceeApril 19, 2018 at 4:27 PM

    How good it would be to hear those songs, perhaps then we would take more care. I love the lyrical feel of your poem :-)

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  5. Marilyn CavicchiaApril 19, 2018 at 4:31 PM

    Lovely and light! I especially like the tulip galoshes and the warning to watch out for fairy mosses. The rhyme is nicely done, too.

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  6. Vivian ZemsApril 19, 2018 at 5:10 PM

    I can imagine these secret songs.

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  7. AnonymousApril 19, 2018 at 6:06 PM

    I like this Sherry...light, with good imagery,

    Elizabeth

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  8. JimApril 19, 2018 at 7:05 PM

    O to catch it in the act, Sherry. I thought that you being 'wild' might have gained confidence of the Forest's special songs. :)
    ..

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  9. grapelingApril 20, 2018 at 12:21 AM

    and just as your final couplet proclaims - a sigh ~

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  10. brudbergApril 20, 2018 at 1:29 AM

    I do love the sense of treading lightly ... spare the mosses... love the galoshes you have.

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  11. ekta khetanApril 20, 2018 at 5:44 AM

    That is a beautiful poetry, I can imagine the deck of tulips. colorful and bright!
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  12. MargaretApril 20, 2018 at 6:21 AM

    The forest has its secrets... beautiful.

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  13. annell4April 20, 2018 at 6:24 AM

    I think this is true!

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  14. Sanaa RizviApril 20, 2018 at 7:39 AM

    This is absolutely breathtaking!💜 I love "The forest breathes its leafy sigh."💜

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  15. Kerry O'ConnorApril 20, 2018 at 8:11 AM

    I love the tulip-decked galoshes - how fabulous!

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  16. Rosemary Nissen-WadeApril 20, 2018 at 5:15 PM

    Ohhhh! I'm in love with this poem.

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  17. Christine LowtherApril 21, 2018 at 12:23 PM

    This needs to be in an enchanting kids' book with suitable illustrations!

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  18. purplepeninportland.comMay 3, 2018 at 5:48 PM

    This poem is a joy to read and think about.

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